u/Loudmffrogs

My ex and I had been together for a year and a half, which in all fairness isn’t so so long, but I thought we had made it through some of the rougher times he had with his bipolar (bipolar 2). I was very wrong. Things had gotten to a point where everything I (and everyone else in his life) did was done purposely to make him upset and everything that we had agreed upon at that point was because I forced him to do that. Like, we were planning to move in together after I graduated from college, and he said that I was forcing him to move to a city he didn’t like. But I think the most painful thing was whenever these upsets were happening he told me I was breaking his heart.

When we eventually did break up about three months since the original change, he cited an argument we had months prior as the incident as well as not wanting to move to the same city. The second part I understood more but at the same time, we had never had a full conversation about what our plans were for moving together after that onset moment of worsening mental health. Anytime I would bring it up, he would genuinely just shutdown. It didn’t help that we were long distance either. I couldn’t go anywhere without having to be on call with him, I couldn’t say anything when we were calling because he needed silence, and I surely couldn’t point out any of the classic behaviors he told me he did when he was spiraling. I don’t think I have ever felt more stuck in my life. I never once considered leaving him either, I knew he was having issues and I was doing my best to support him in all of the ways that I could. But when it comes to how his mental health takes over his entire being, there was nothing I could do. That didn’t necessarily make it better though.

Then I told my friends and family that we’d broken up, I didn’t delve into the issues he was experiencing with his mental health to them though, and they cut the situation too black and white. To them, he was wrong and I was right and I was so much better off without him. But it didn’t and doesn’t feel like that. It wasn’t like that. I’m by no means perfect either, like most people, I’ve also said and done things I regretted after and have mental health issues of my own. But it was done and I knew that there would be no getting back to how he saw me before. I was so mad for the first two or so months. Mad at him, his mental health issues, myself for not being able to help. I mean I’m still probably a bit mad about all three. But now it’s just the yearning for what we could‘ve had and the people we could’ve been had neither of us be afflicted so heavily with our issues. I don’t want to get back together or anything, even if that were a possibility. I just wish we were able to break up on our own terms.

I’ve just recently started talking to other guys and I feel such guilt for trying to move on. Guilt towards my ex since the situation around our breakup was so complicated and guilt towards these other guys for how often I think of what happened. I just don’t even know how to feel about any of this anymore.